Claimed by My Stepbrother

Chapter 17

I was scared of how big his dick is. In my head, I'd imagined that I was taking it whole in my throat, giving Zac the most professional blowjob he’s ever had.

I've dreamt about being perfect for him. I thought that if I was the best, then he'd realize that I'm the best girl ever and fall for me.

But all of these wishes were created by my imagination long before what happened yesterday. When Zac saw me, covered with tears, and still told me how beautiful I was, and then he pleased me even though he didn't get his own release, it showed me how emotional and sensitive this rock-hard guy really is.

Today I realized that I don't have to be perfect to make him love me because he already does. He loves me with all of his heart and treats me like the most precious gift he ever had.

And when someone loves you just for who you are, you begin to love yourself. "I love you, Zac Harden," I whisper when his hands start unzipping my skirt.

He freezes for a second and looks up at me with surprise.

"I love you," I repeat to make it clear, "and not because you said it first, not because of all those paintings, and not because of how much pleasure you give me." I smile, feeling how my cheeks are burning more with every word. "I just love you."

He smiles back at me and leans in for a kiss.

When his soft lips are finally pressed to mine, I moan and insert my tongue into his mouth to show him how turned-on I already am.

He pushes my bra aside and grabs one of my breasts in his palm, massaging it so hard that I gasp. Something between pain and pleasure covers my whole body, so I lean to his shoulder and bite it hard.

"I guess we're done with slow and tender," he says to me with a mischievous smile. Yeah, I guess we are.

Because in one rapid motion, all the arousal that was living in me through all of these months finally explodes.

"You said you've dreamt about taking me while I'm wearing a skirt," I say, but it's more like a question.

"I did." He nods, trying to unclasp my bra, but he’s rushing too much. Finally, he simply rips the fabric and throws it away.

I never thought anyone could want me this much.

"How did you want to do this?" I bite my lower lip, not looking away from his eyes for a second. Zac takes my hips into his hands, and in one fast motion, he pulls, making me fall on the bed.

"Each time you ignored me or gave me that cold look, I wanted to press you to the wall, pull up your skirt, and come into you abruptly, in one fast motion, not even taking your panties off, just shoving them to the side."

I feel like I'm getting wetter and wetter with every word; my panties are already saturated.

"Then do it," I command, taking his cock into my palm and making a couple of strokes up and down.

"I can't," he groans, closing his eyes in pleasure. "It's too dangerous. I don't want to hurt you." "I said do it," I roar and wrap my legs around his body to pull him closer.

Zac is hard to move, but when he sees how serious I am, he takes his cock into his palm, pushes my panties aside, and presses the head of it to my clit.

"Zac..." Iplead when he starts rubbing his dick against my pussy, "I want you inside of me..."

I can barely pronounce the words as I dig my fingers into his back, scratching it and biting him on

the shoulder, trying to make him listen to me.

He kisses me roughly, holding my shoulder with one palm, pressing me to the bed the way he always wanted to. His tongue penetrates my mouth deeper, so deep that I almost can't breathe.

And, at the same time, I wish this sweet torture would never stop.

His other hand guides his cock into my pussy, entering me with only the tip. I need more...

I grab his ass with my palm and push him deeper.

"Such a naughty little girl," he whispers and, sucking my mouth into his, drives into me in one fast motion.

It makes my body shrink in pain, and I gasp. I didn't realize it would be like that.

Zac stops, terrified, looking at me, but the pleasure I feel in the next two seconds turns my pain into bliss, and I start screaming in delight.

I feel like he reached my secret spot.

I didn't believe G-spots genuinely existed. I mean, I tried to make myself come, and it takes me half an hour of massaging my clit every single time.

How the hell did this man make me reach my peak in five seconds? "Move," I command, arching my back.